Frances Blogg was dedicated to G. K. Chesterton. So is this blog - and so you can expect anything "from pork to pyrotechnics" which "illustrates the truth of the only true philosophy..." [GKC, The Thing]

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Rusty Droppings on Campus

I post this by request. It was written in tribute to the schools which must not be named - which I must admit have truly disgusting heaps of what is herein described!

Yes, there was some on the lawn just outside ChesterCon.

Dr. Thursday

Rusty Droppings on Campus

I hope that I shall never meet Those loathsome creatures which excrete Their rusty droppings on the grass Of every college that I pass.

(I'm sure you know just what I mean.) These monsters, though, are rarely seen, But in a classroom once I heard That they're a kind of ancient bird

With metal wing and eye unblinking And of sulfur ever stinking, Choosing forges for their nests, Horrid, shrieking, filthy pests.

"It's art," say some as they walk by This mess offensive to the eye. Art is what they've never seen In sky of blue and grass of green,

But not in this brown pollution. So, herewith, is a solution To this problem I've complained: Get these creatures campus-trained!

A special thanks to my mother and father, and to my teachers, in particular for teaching me how to read.

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Please remember my family and all who use the INTERNET in your prayers. I will remember you in my intentions each Monday at Holy Mass.

"The object of my school is to is to show how many extraordinary things even a
lazy and ordinary man may see if he can spur himself to the single
activity of seeing."-- G. K. Chesterton, Tremendous Trifles